Reverend chuckled, "yeah, sure... considering i want some too." He said, and walked intot he kitchen and went inot one of the lower cabinets.

Jacoby blinked up at Charlotte after he'd finished his lucky charms, "Wait... you have a mustang?' He asked in surprise.

Charlotte grinned. "Mustang GT, red, convertible." she chuckled. "You didn't know I was into cars, did you? Not many people do." She pulled out a small picture out of her wallet, "There she is." She pointed to a shiny red car.

<-- 8D

"No i didn't..." Jacoby replied as he glanced at the picture. "lucky..." He muttered, chuckling.

Reverend tilted his head slightly to their conversationd, but was still setting up the coffepot.

(( lolz, mustangs are my favorite cars =D ))

Sarah blushed when she looked at him. She was blown completely speechless.

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Charlotte shrugged. "It cost a lot, and took a lot of work to get. It's my most prized possetion." 

Jacoby grinned, "I would bet it is." He replied, "Is it a 2009 model?" He asked curiously.

Reverend turned off the coffemaker, and walked over to the little table, and took a seat by the two, "It'll be ready in... i dunno how long." He stated, mostly he was drawn over by the talk of cars (XD that'd be me :D)

"I believe so," Charlotte chuckled. She turned to Reverend. "Thanks Rev."

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Sarah rolled her eyes. "I could take off my shirt too," she teased. "but you'd enjoy that too much." Her eyes sparkled playfully. 

"No, I've seen old men with better muscles than that. Perhaps you should show me more?" She taunted back, smiling widely. She pulled an elastic band from around her wrist, and puled back the back of the baggy shirt so it showed a little past her belly button. Then she wrapped the elastic around the back of the shirt, so the shirt stayed  like it was; it revealed a pale, smooth stomach with a tattoo near her belly button.

((Okay.)) 

((DAMMIT! i am sooooo miserable. My life sucks so if my rping does, you know why....but you may think i sound like a spoiled rich kid, because i know you situation, and i have nothing like that.....))

Luke laughed, "More muscles? Please, you know I'm sexy." he glanced at her tatoo, not something he would expect a girl like Sarah to have, but then again...

(( .... D: Tell me in rMail, Snoweh? -strokes softly- And I never thought you were a spoiled rich kid. ))

Sarah smirked. "Admiring my tattoo?" She grinned. "It's chinese writing; it means strength and pas.sion." Her eyes got a little darker. "Which I have none of right now." 

((Well, if you knew my problems, you would think so......))

"I find that hard to believe." Luke said quietly, he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

(( I don't judge people like that; because of money and life problems. I judge people because of who they are, how they act, and what they say. D:))

"I don't." Sarah said softly, pulling her shirt back down and picking her bra off the floor. "It makes perfect sense." 

((anyway....subject dropped. please))

"If you say so." Luke said with a shrug. He turned and headed back toward his living room, and sat back on the couch, turning his attention to the TV, but not his thoughts. His mind drifted and he wasnt even really watching the movie.

Luke laid back and turned off the TV, staring up, and jsut thinking. He wondered what Deomi would say about Sarah being here, probably something along the lines of, 'Get some!' just to mess with him. He smiled for an instant. His sister had always been a bit of a tom-boy, but she always had been there. And she always seemed to be in control. Of everything.

((The 'Get some' thing is a real life thing for me! Everytime im talking to the guy I like, my best friend yells it! but i do the same to her! lol))

(( XD ))

Sarah pondered what everything felt like. What would it be like to pet a dog? To hug someone? To run your fingers through the gr*censored*? What does stone feel like? Is wood hard or soft? Her mind wandered in  aimless directions.